brother_nature | Golden Peacock

Hah, then your experience and your nature have a battle to wage, don't they?

[Experience may make him skilled, but lack of restraint may ruin the encounter. Well, perhaps it would for normal people. Rin, despite her pride and boasting, has a seed of self-loathing buried deep within her. Its roots stretch and curl over every piece of her. Even going as fair as to color her tastes and what she enjoys. Including finding thrill in certain types of pain and punishment.

He leads her to the sofa, and she complies. The hand at Chobe's waist falls away to instead begin hiking up the hem of her sweater dress. She'd find it annoying if he were to try and tear at her pantyhose for ease of access, so she intends to shed them.]

I've been here for over a year, but I'm not very popular. Please excuse me if I make a mistake~

[The teasing lilt to her voice implies something else about her words. That perhaps she's unpopular because of her abrasive attitude, and not because she's terrible in the sack. In fact one might say Rin is frustratingly focused on her partner's enjoyment over her own, but that's because she views any pleasure she might feel as a sign of vulnerability.]

[Rin sweetie please consider therapy.

Not from Chobe though, he'd just pile on the issues, a licensed professional of nothing good. She's correct in her assumptions though; he's impatient, forward, and stopping himself from ripping off her outfit. It's fine though, his eye sizing up her body proper, and a crack of a smile confirming he likes what he's seeing. A little bit of a tease is fine, and besides, he's the one that set up the bet's conditions. He'll need to take his time if he wants to win.]

If I do my job right, you won't have to do shit.

[She might not believe it, but he's slept with folks with far more off putting personalities. She's abrasive, but she's honest, and that's a refreshing flavor. Kind of like a yuzu itself, huh! While she works on kicking those stockings off, he pushes himself on her, leaning her back to try and get at her neck. He never said he wouldn't be a little feral, and he's gotta see what her boundaries are and all! Time to bite and suck at her neck with those jagged, sharp teeth of his.]

[Won't have to do anything, hm? A stifled laugh hums in her throat as she tilts her head. The angle gives him more room at that tender column. Her pale, unblemished skin ready for the way his teeth sink in.

The sting of pain makes her sigh. Warm breath falling from her lips as her heart rate kicks up. The suckling will leave its mark, she's sure, and later on she'll be reminded of how quickly the tides turned once the bet was made. However Tohsaka isn't really happy just lying back and letting things happen. Her own restlessness takes hold, and her hands begin groping at his body. Feeling at the fabrics he's dressed in and seeking for ways to remove them while he goes for her throat.]

Like a predator, hm? Tackling the jugular first.

[She doesn't mind. After all, she's started there plenty of times herself.]

Just gettin' a taste.

[More muttered than outright stated, not wanting to lift his head. She's soft but durable, the an ideal body to tear apart. He restrains himself though, instead just biting hard enough to draw a thin trail of blood, licking at it while his hands move blindly to get under her sweater. He's gotta get a feel for her, see what she likes. That's the goal here.

Adapt, assess, do what he needs to and what he wants, that's how he lives his life. Be whatever he needs to be in the moment. The world is ever changing, and more often than not, he adapts to kill. Now, he has to pleasure. The stakes aren't actually like, high here, he knows this, but everyone is allowed to be shallow and prideful every so often, dangit.

He's already shirtless, having tossed it earlier to assess the wound from the magic bullet, but it's been all healed up. While that mark doesn't remain, she'll find he's covered scars, and good, solid muscle, more lean than brick. He's got some fancy dress slacks still on, much to his annoyance--the wardrobe wasn't his choice. He's already hard, but he's keeping that in his pants for now.]

[The moment he breaks her skin is when Rin's breath hitches. Brief and sharp just like his bite — soon to be replaced by the slick warmth of his tongue as he laps her up. In that moment it makes her wonder just how many worlds work like hers. Where Rin comes from a person's magical energy seeps through them, and in a diffusion like osmosis it settles in the fluids connected to life. A low concentration in saliva, moderate in blood, and the highest in arousal fluid.

How many people have tasted the salt of her skin only to find a bitter, medicinal flavor instead of something normal? How many people have taken in her blood or her arousal and noticed the power within it? And then... how many have just not said anything about it? Some may consider her still human, but she sees herself warped and changed by her way of life enough to separate herself from them.]

I'd apologize to your taste buds, but you did yank me around earlier.

[Says the woman who lowered the partition ready for a fight. Either way, what he'll find of her body is more telling than what a look will give. Touching her with any sort of pressure will reveal that under the soft layer of fat that keeps her figure smooth and girlish is actual muscle. Honed and cared for to utilize her body like a weapon just as everything else in her life. Rin only trains up to a certain point — intent on keeping her silhouette soft and unassuming. Utilizing the fact that others will underestimate her.

She's also warm. Blood pumping from the earlier confrontation, and adrenaline still coursing through her as their bet keeps the spirit of competition fresh. Beyond that is the fact that... while Chobe may look mangled, he's still got plenty of points of interest. The muscle she feels under her palms as her hands sink from his abs down to his hips stirs her just as much as the thrill of winning. Her hands grab for the button of his dress pants in tandem with him learning she didn't wear any panties under that hose. All she has on her now is the sweater dress and a bra.]

[Oh, he's in for a treat. It's not the exact same magic system, hell, he wouldn't call it magic at all. But every person, at their core, has a latent energy called tao, or chi by some. Not all can access it, but Chobe? He's got an excessive reserve of it, able to use it for superhuman feats and pulling off his monster plant tricks. For normal people, it can easily be depleted, and takes time to stock back up. Chobe generally doesn't have that problem, but he still takes care to create more and more when he can. . .via touch, locking lips, and of course, love making.

Which is really just a long winded way of saying: fucking never tires him out, it just powers him up. It's like if a good latte delivered an orgasm and a caffeine boost!

So there's no bitter aftertaste to her blood, just wide eyed surprise and excitement. He doesn't know what's going on with her, but he knows now he wants more of it. She's not as fragile and porcelain as he initially thought, and he massages at her skin as he tries unhooking the bra under there. Don't rush don't rush don't rush, he keeps telling himself that, made more difficult with her hands getting his pants off.

He could snipe back at her with words, but nah, that's a waste. Instead he switches gears, forcing his tongue in her mouth to get more of her flavor, and give her a lingering taste of her own blood.]

[Funnily enough they're similar in having excess, too. Kind of. It has been said that, "if a normal mage has 25 units of energy, Tohsaka has 500". Though typically her power reaches its peak at 2am, and frequently she "drains" her energy and converts it to gems so that she may commit feats of magecraft more powerful than the human body can channel.

In any case, the taste of her own blood doesn't shock her. Its metallic flavor familiar enough not to bother her as he explores her mouth. In turn her own tongue presses against his. Meeting him and his challenge directly. She only breaks the kiss when she becomes frustrated. Even if he's able to remove her bra by himself, she'll still need to shed it. As such she grabs her clothes to discard them entirely.

This reveals her suit mark and the inverted fertility rune.]

Get rid of yours, too. Before I do.

[She's not above blasting someone's clothes off.]

Haah? That eager to lose?

[He almost wants to deny her the satisfaction, and frankly, if she could magic his pants off that's just more points in her favor. A+ magic trick, do it again. But nah, he complies, already tired of holding back longer than he's used to. Time to banish all that to the floor, revealing his own suit, a diamond starting at his navel and trailing down to his groin. And hey, the carpet matches the curtains!

His eyes are on the prize though: ie her tits. He is a simple man, he sees boobs, he appreciates them. The elaborate design of the suit is curious but not nearly as inviting as the rest of her, and he buries his head to take in her scent, kissing his way from a nipple, to her collarbone, and then up to her ear, ending with a hiss of a whisper.]

Remember, I warned ya.

[That's the last warning she gets before the skin on one of his arms slits open, and a vine creeps out, zipping forward to wrap around one of her wrists. This one lacks the thorns from earlier but binds just as tightly, though she still has more than enough slack to move and reciprocate. He just doesn't want her getting any ideas about leaving until he hears her pleasure. Hope she wasn't expecting lube or some such--Chobe raw dogs it, swollen and hard as he parts her legs and begins ramming it in.]

[Her first moment of surprise is his effort to restrain her. The binding, not quite restricting her movement just yet, is more curious than anything. As such she's distracted by it when he finally drives in.

Luckily enough for them both the spirited banter and the biting got her going some. She won't be prepared when he thrusts into her core, but he'll at least pick up that Rin isn't completely dry. As such, she simply gasps in surprise rather than complaining or yelping in pain.]

What the hell? You know you're going to make this real easy for me to win if you keep that up!

Ya think so? Exciting! Cuz I wanna see how long you can hold out like this.

[A cheeky, fangy grin. Challenge more than accepted--exhaustion isn't an issue for him, after all, and her being even a little slick already is promising enough. His thrusts are far from gentle, but at the moment slow and rhythmic. He's also not ready to neglect the rest of her, running rough hands over her skin before going back for the neck.

The binding is mostly to keep her close and tethered, not restrict her fully, but he's not bothered if she doesn't try anything. He almost hopes she keeps bitching--all the more motivation to draw it out for her.]

Tch— All I have to do is... not scream, right?

[A pause in her words. A hitch in her breath. She's clearly not completely disengaged. In fact his rough treatment (unfortunately?) entices her. The self loathing she masks with haughty pride revels in the hard, unrelenting way he fucks her. She deserves it, doesn't she? For being a subpar sister, mage, and for having such an ill-natured personality.

Well, if he's not restraining her completely, then she'll try and egg him on. Encourage him to finish before her. As such, both her hands come up to his chest. For now just to palm his pecs and assess how big he is.]

[He's a solid guy, not linebacker quality, he's much leaner, but clearly built for power. More noticeably his skin is rough, covered in old scars, and a few patches of vine-like tattoos that seems to move under his skin, never permanently in one spot. If she's as sensitive to tao or energy or such as he is, she may be able to sense the source of it downward, mostly concentrated near his navel.

Or she might just feel it every time he slams into her! Because this guy is unrelenting. He wants to take it nice and slow, make her eat her words, but each thrust begs him to go deeper and deeper. He laughs against her skin when he feels her hands over him, and he runs a tongue up her neck.]

Yap yap yap--that all you can do? Makin' it easy for me.

[Gotta do more than that. He slams her hard again, but breaks rhythm, not pulling back immediately, lingering juuuust a bit as a tease for her.]

[Her breath hitches when he tastes her, and the way he lingers inside nearly distracts Rin. However when he speaks she's reminded just how frustrating he can be, so her hands shift. Both thumbs tease in circles around his areola before spiraling in toward Chobe's nipples. Her hope is that some extra stimulation will help him along, and she has confidence she can last too — since clitoral stimulation is her preferred method.

Yet even so, if he fucks her long enough he's bound to bring her to her peak eventually, preference be damned.]

Is it really that easy? Maybe I should just play limp fish and make it more difficult for you.

[That's tempting, but Tohsaka hasn't ever known herself to be able to keep her trap shut if there was an argument to be had. The next time she exhales, it's shaky. Wavering voice accompanied by the fluttering of her dark lashes. In fact as Chobe keeps still, Rin squirms against him without thinking about it.]

[Oh, she's nasty. Even he's not immune to a good tease, and her touch does rile him momentarily, hitching his breath as he breaks his stalemate and bucks into her again. Still, it was brief, but he felt her trying to sink into him too. . .he can do this, don't break yet.

He glares into her, his one eye half lidded with a look half sinister, half mischief.]

Y'know what? Not a bad idea.

[The vines that were only loosely tethered to her squeeze at her wrists, pulling her hands above her head. They're firm, but shouldn't hurt...depending on if she fights against them. Whether this makes it easier or harder for him, he doesn't care. He can focus on giving her all he's got, hips rolling and grinding into her further, and paying her back for that nipple play as he works, sucking on her breast.]

[The sudden tug of the vines elicits a surprised yelp from the woman. Her blue eyes fly open wide as she frantically looks about like a cornered animal. Briefly she struggles against the hold, but when it's clear she's not going to be breaking free the attempt is quickly abandoned. Silently she has to convince herself that this is exactly what she incited with her words and actions. That this sudden lack of control isn't a loss, but actually proof of how much she could potentially manipulate him in the future should he stay so simply provoked.

By the time his hips jerk back into hers again, Rin has settled. Her legs wrap around him for some semblance of staying steady. And for a few thrusts she thinks she might be fine again. That is until his lips seal around her tit. The sudden heat and pressure from his suckling sends a jolt of pleasure down her spine causing her to gasp. Rin's back forms a severe arch, and her whole body shudders underneath him.]

Tch — You... You caught me off guard. It's nothing special.

[The feel of her bodily reaction excites him, and he breathes hard against her chest. Fuck, he's close, but she's stubborn. . .she's lucky she feels so good. But, he doesn't relent, not yet. His words are muttered mostly to himself, breathy and hard, but she might make them out.]

Think I get it now.

You're lookin' for a full body experience, huh. . .?

Think. . .I can last long enough to give ya a taste of that.

[Back at it. His thrusts, despite how much he's aching for release, especially with her legs locking him in, become slower, more deliberate, trying to let her feel the full length of him dragging, caressing against her insides as he slides out and back in. His mouth gets back to sucking at those soft breasts, tongue playing with her nipples, and his hands travel down her arching back, just lightly scratching as he drags his nails down her skin, stopping to massage her hips. His fingers travel to her groin as a tease before grabbing at her ass to help encourage her.]

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[As he continues to work her over he finally gets what he wants. Her body tensing up — muscles locking into place like a bow strung taught, and her back curved just the same. Tohsaka's legs hold him in an iron grip when she peaks as her dark lashes flutter rapidly. Chobe will feel the walls of her cunt squeeze and release him. Spasms signaling the release that overtakes her like waves crashing against a cliff.

Any cry, keening noise, shout, or exclamation is stifled in her throat. Blood dotting her skin as Rin bites down hard on her lower lip to keep herself from losing. Even as her whole body quivers against him in pleasure before going slack. Each residual wave of her orgasm only serving to water her eyes or force her breath to come out harsh through her nose as she continues to refuse to let those lips part.

In the aftermath she refuses to look him in the eye. Rather she looks down where they're connected. Watching him continue to ride out her climax.]

[Just the sensation of her shivering under him is sheer pleasure itself. Her fighting against it, utterly refusing to make a sound, aaah what a stubborn girl, but no one can say she isn't true to herself. It's been a while since he's had to put a bit more effort in for someone, too. The challenge makes it all the more worth it.

It's not until she's good and limp does he even consider easing up, not wanting to take any chances. Finally he relents, coming inside her with a warm, breathy sigh. He lingers in her, pressing his full body against hers to give her forehead a little kiss.]

Ha. . .well, congrats, Miss Yuzu. Not so much a screech or a squawk, so fair's fair.

You can say whatever you want about me to anyone. Won't bother me at all. . .cuz I know how ya really felt. I don't need to flaunt my victory.

[Tohsaka finds herself quite frustrated with him. Not because he does anything wrong (this time) but because of how great it feels to ride out her orgasm with him still keeping steady. Because of how he concedes the match to her without much fuss. Though especially because of that patronizing kiss to the forehead. That more than anything twists up her feelings in a way that she's not really sure how to handle. Doubly so after all that threatening to stab and kill her.]

—Tch. Whatever. Just keep your word about not killing me for a month, and we'll call it even.

Yeah, yeah. I'm a criminal, not a coward. I don't go back on deals.

[Well that's not a total truth; he will in fact cheat, lie, and manipulate to get what he wants with no remorse. But he set the terms of the challenge, and pride dictates he upholds the bargain. The flustered face she makes also might have a hand in it, as he can't help but snicker.]

But ya better watch yourself after that. Never know where I'll be lurkin'. . .

[A beat, considering.]

Miss Rin.

[Miss Rin, he addresses her, while still balls deep and his weight smothering her. While her arms are still tangled in his vines. Honestly, now that it's all over and he's guaranteed not end her life? She's not particularly fussed about putting distance between them. If she ignores his mouth (that stupid grin, what he says) then this may even be tolerable. After all... she is the lonely type who doesn't often allow herself the luxury of being close to others for extended periods of time. Usually she bails quite quickly after a romp, but pinned like this the decision is made for her.]

Don't be so certain you can sneak up on me. I'm familiar with what your power feels like now.

[Not his fault her cunt is so comfy!! And unfortunately his stupid face is a permanent feature. He snorts at that, giving her one last shove before finally sliding out of her. He doesn't release her tied wrists though, not yet.]

I could say the same for you, if ya try hidin'. But you're sensitive to that, huh? I don't know what your source is, but it feels pretty good.

Now this might be a weird question, buuuut. . .are you immortal?

[Tohsaka shudders when he pulls out, but gives no other reaction. She tests the vines, but when they don't budge she doesn't push her luck. He's been a man of his word so far, so she's not truly anxious about being set free.]

No. I come from a long bloodline of mages, and our magical energy — Od, Qi, life force, or whatever name you like to give it — is naturally a higher concentration than the average person.

[Though considering she was only raised by a mage until the age of 8, she never got the heads-up that her own baseline sits far above that of a typical modern mage as well.]

Are you?

[Bloodlines. . .so a lineage thing. Chobe didn't come from magic, he kinda accidentally stumbled into a magic fight and came out a monster. But it's interesting, he thinks. So many different names for the same source of power, and utilized in so many ways. ]

Hmmm.

[Well, that answer satisfies him enough. He's just vaguely curious if there are others out there like him and his brother now. Ah well. The vines finally release her, slinking back into his skin.]

Good question! Maybe I'll tell you the next time ya win a bet.

[Tohsaka rolls her eyes, and when the vines finally release her she begins collecting her discarded clothes to redress. His evasiveness and blase nature around the pain and death of others makes her venture to guess that he is.]

Annoying, but I suppose I'm not stranger to competition. Maybe by then I'll have another reason for you not to kill me.

[And by then, she'll have already died once: at the hands of someone in the rings of the March Spades Game.]

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